~ LHARS ~
The world became very small. A universe of her scent, the softness of her skin, the tantalizing slide of her hands under his shirt, and her lips on his neck.
His appetite to explore her, to finally follow those curves with his palms, to finally touch those places with his fingers, to finally press himself against her, was endless. And while his mind screamed at him that this was not the time or place, for every moment he intended to release her, the next came and she was still in his arms.
A chittering fear rattled under the surface of his joy, threatening and reminding.
She'd said no before.
She'd leaned in, then pulled away.
She'd been so unsure for so long… a piece of him was convinced that the moment he let her go she'd forget that she was his, and he'd lose her.
